My name is Jack Hammond, and this is my story. I was born in Allentown in 1967, and I grew up in a fairly religious home, though we didn’t attend church on a regular basis. Many times my grandmother, who was very faithful to go, took my sister and me as much as she could. I can remember when my mom and stepdad finally made the decision to go regularly. That lasted for a few years, but tapered off when the pastor, who my parents really liked, moved on.

My name is Adam Meadowcroft, and this is my story. I grew up in a “Christian” environment, but from a very early age, I had little-to-no desire to understand or comply with what I was being taught. By the time I became a teenager, I had grown skeptical of anything to do with church or God.

My name is Thomas Anger, and this is my story. I have grown up my whole life in Emmaus, Pennsylvania. Since I was a young child, I attended church services at Lehigh Valley Baptist Church every Sunday and Wednesday. I lived what some might consider a “sheltered life.”